Sex slave: Kathalina

Kathalina dangles bound and limp, rope crushing her limbs. Footsteps crunch closer. Two women emerge from the dark. Their presence turns her hope to acid in her throat. She knows what they bring; she has seen the metal teeth, the black rubber bulb waiting to swell inside her, the vicious little clamps ready to bite. Their fingers move without mercy. Each touch is a promise of pain. She tries to twist away but the ropes hold like teeth. The dominas start slow, the way cats play with something still warm. Pins settle into her skin one by one, a cold sting blooming into heat. The first clamp closes around her nipple. Breath hisses between her teeth. Another follows on the other side. She jerks. Metal tugs. Then the dildo nudges against her cunt, blunt and cold. Air hisses into it; she feels herself stretch, the pressure climbing until her body gives and takes. They work her like an instrument, testing how far each nerve will sing. She can smell the leather on their gloves, the faint perfume of their sweat. There is nothing gentle left in the night. Only heat, metal, and the low sound of her own broken breathing.